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Friday, September 20, 2013

Well, I haven't done a supa personal entry in some time. I don't even know if any of you even care to know what's been going on in my supa personal life, but I don't care 'cause its my blog! c:
So, since it has been a year since my last ex, Daniel P., and I broke up. In between that time and about a week ago I had been concentrating on not being in a relationship, for several reasons. I wanted to work on myself since I realized I had gained some problematic tendencies, and I wasn't sure if I could deal with the stress that may come with it. Well, as of last week I have gotten myself into another relationship. But this time feels different, I feel like I have changed for the better and that I have come to a sort of peace within myself. Now I'm not saying I've completely changed everything, however I feel like I am on the right path. And on this path, I met Daniel Ratliff. I want us to journey together in this life, for as long as we can.
It hasn't been more than about four months since we really started to get to know each other, but that's just fine.

But with this change of pace, I still want to have and keep good, solid, healthy, relationships with my friends.

On a side note to certain people: You will never be more than just a passerby if you won't be my friend first.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Most people had been here for as long as
they can remember. Others have been here longer than that; with no traces of
memories of their before life. They just roamed the streets like zombies. I made
sure that I would not become that way. After being trapped in this place for
over 6 months now I was dying to get out. And when I say dying, I mean
literally dying. I could feel my body grow weaker over the months. I could no
longer run as fast as I once could, I could no longer lift as much weight as
before… I NEEDED TO GET OUT IMMEDIATELY!

Being homeless and having to scavenge for food can get to your head too.
If I wanted to eat I had to make sure I could steal without getting caught. And
when I did get caught, all I had to do was open my legs to the police. After
they had their fill they would let me go, but of course not after a good
beating. Sometimes they would run a train on me. I hated those nights. It
always depended on what I stole and who I stole it from. One night, after not
eating for three days straight I decided I would steal some meat from a nearby
butcher shop. The butcher was an asshole to everybody anyway. I remember that
day like it was yesterday… going into his store while I thought it was busy
enough for him to not notice me. Oh boy was I wrong.

I tried to steal two pounds of ground beef. I hadn’t eaten meat since I
had fallen into my coma. It made my mouth water, and my greed got the best of
me. I should’ve known that two pounds missing would be noticed, especially in
my bare hands. I looked around, seeing that the butcher was busy with other
customers, and being super hungry, I grabbed the packaged meat and ran for the
door. I had failed to see the two policemen inside the store, watching me the
whole time, waiting for me to make a move. They knew what I was doing all
along. When I reached for the door, they both grabbed me by my arms and held on
tight.

The first policeman shoved me up against the glass door, my face and
entire body pushed up against the cold lettering that spelled “POHS REHCTUB
S’NAMDEIRF” backwards as I dropped the meat. The other cop pulled out his baton
and began beating my legs in front of everyone. He was relentless- showed no
mercy at all. In fact, I believe he enjoyed it way too much. It was most
definitely inhumane and evil, the most cruel and unusual punishment I had ever
received, even for this world.

He struck
my femurs and tibias with such force that I believe he could have killed a
horse if the same blow was to its head. The pain was searing through my entire
body. I cried out in immense pain…. I cried out at the top of my lungs. My legs
were broken for sure! After the first few hits I began to lose feeling… and
…oddly enough… [When I say oddly I mean ODD, like even for this story]… I kind
of... liked it.

I mean don’t get me wrong… it hurt like hell and I wished I could’ve
died at that point in time, but just being dominated by two men, two men with
authority at that, it kind of turned me on. I know that sounds weird, okay. You
know… you’re being beaten by two cops in front of a lot of innocent bystanders
for trying to steal meat, and okay, they broke your legs but (hey!), whatever
gets you off, right? But if I had thought it couldn’t get any worse, I would’ve
been wrong. Good thing I like surprises!

So like I was saying, I was getting turned on from them breaking my legs
and losing feeling, I may have also been in shock so I’m sure that contributed
to that… whole thing.

I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter with each stroke. I
wanted to be fucked so bad right then and there!

Then, as the second cop threw me to the floor and held me down, the first
began to strip me naked, shirt and bra first and then pants and panties, and
proceeded to shove his baton into my anus… without lube.

Now, if you’ve never had anal sex before, this may come to you as a
shock and your eyes water up from the most excruciating pain you have ever felt
in your entire life. This pain was beyond imaginable. It was as if all of my
close friends and family surrounded me with huge butcher knives and took turns
stabbing the inside of my anus while mind fucking me at the same damn time-
only 10 times worse.

You see, folks, normally when you, if you, decide to try anal sex and
you’re on the receiving end of it, you want to start out small and work your
way up to a bigger size. Por ejemplo, you could start out with a finger, the
pinkie if you are really sensitive. Then, you work your way up from the pinkie
to the thumb, then to a small toy, then the GLORIOUS PENIS,
then to the baton. And well, needless to say, I had not had anal sex in a long
time, so to say that it was a tight fit is most definitely an understatement!

I’ve never been dominated like that before; it was a whole new
experience. Also since I was immortal in this world, I liked the fact that I
could take all of this pain, granted though it was still pain!

I screamed in agony as I started to concentrate on how much sexual,
physical pleasure I could gain from the baton being rammed into my ass. The cop
was relentless with it. He didn’t put it all of the way in, only halfway, which
to this day I am still grateful for.

In… out… in… out…

My pussy was so wet and ready to be abused just as my ass was, but it
never happened. At one point in time I almost asked the cop to put it there
instead, but I chose not to.

God. Awful. Pain.

Pleasure.

And then something I definitely did not expect happened.

“Get up, bitch!” said one of the cops. I was so entranced by the painful
pleasure that I didn’t catch on to what he was saying the first few times.

“I said get off YOUR FUCKING ASS AND LOOK AT ME!!” I snapped out of my
trance and stared up at both of the cops. For a minute there I forgot where I was
and why I was there.

Oh yeah… stealing meat…. Ungh…

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?” Both cops yank me up off the ground. I had no
idea what was in store for me next.

“I think you fucked her dumb with that baton!” said one of the cops as
he helped me stand. I was close enough to him that not only could I smell his
horrible cologne, but I could also read his badge. ‘Rhoades’ it read. Officer
Rhoades.

“Look at me, you slut”, said the other cop. His badge read ‘Carusse’. I
was being beaten and raped by two officers named Rhoades and Carusse. I watched
Carusse as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a needle already
filled with some kind of clear substance.

He drew back his arm as if he were
going to slap me with it. Just before he swung his arm he looked me dead in the
eye and said, “sweet dreams, my little cum bucket. I know you enjoyed being
anally raped, you sick psycho!” Then he stabbed my neck with the needle and
pressed hard to make sure all of the drug got into my bloodstream, and once
again, I was out.